Toward Tittibasana and Seven Years with Dante

 

One of the nice things about being back in Pacific Time Zone is that Christina's Yoga Classes fit my schedule better. Today,  I went into her yoga lair just in time to hear that the class was working toward Tittibasana. 

 Now, it has been well over two years, maybe three, since I have even attempted anything in the ball park  and so my immediate thought was,  "Well, maybe I'll just leave the lair and go hang out with Jeff."   But, I thought Jeff was fishing and I  was there, so the next step is to stay, and I said,  "Well,  we will see what I can do."   I could do way, way more than I thought possible.  Some of the best malasana work in a very long time, even parsvakonasana felt better than it did the day before.  I even got into some approximation of the pose, by sitting on the backward bender, putting my feet up on tall blocks, and reaching my hands down the rungs of the backbender to the floor eventually.  

It was a good reminder lesson in overcoming perceived limitation on a lot of levels.  

This is one of my favorite photos of Dante and Milo. It is from early 2018 about a month or so before Momzy died. Dante was  about three months old and Milo still had a couple of  years of his excellent life ahead of him.  I like how they are running toward the future together and I'm watching them.   Dante's  seventh birthday is today.  I'm sure he is happily lazing about on a couch or chair  at Sun's house, but we do miss him.  Right now, we are pet sitting for Waldo for  the days surrounding Thanksgiving. He definitely remembers us from last year. 

We are having a lovely time here.  It is the time of year where it gets dark early,  like starting in an hour or so (3:30) and it is really pretty dark by 5:00. Thus far, the weather hasn't been too cold or too too rainy, but we are definitely not in Texas.  While it doesn't quite feel like coming home,  it is starting to feel like coming to a place we have some familiarity with so that is neat.  

We flew into Seattle late Sunday night. Picked up the SUV and drove upto Bellingham  Monday Afternoon.  I got there in time to go to Dad's monthly visit to the Barber. Christina and I had Thanksgiving dinner with him at Solstice on Tuesday and we've been having lovely food at Christina and Kelly's.  Now, we are in the Waldo phase of the trip, then we will spend a couple more nights at Christina and Kelly's before heading back to Seattle and then home. 

Philosophy wise,  I'm reading some fascinating books,  one called  Ancient Christianities: The First Five Hundred Years by Paula Fredriksen. It is a nice gap filler to The History of  Philosophy Without Any Gaps podcast by Peter Adamson that I've been listening to.   The other is Sculpture, Weaving, and the Body in Plato by Zacharoula Petraki.  The basic argument there is various artistic techniques, like the lost wax method, influenced Plato's vision of the Forms.    

I'm reviewing them both for journals.

That's about all to report.  I'm heading to see Dad and then we will have dinner.